[ There is a soft sigh as Zhongli allows Childe to do as he wishes, one hand resting casually on his hip to push him away if it actually becomes uncomfortable. But he is used to Childe's attention (had been missing it for some time before coming here) so he is loathe to part with it even if he can't tell how much of this is Childe, how much is the mark, and how much is this fox persona that has been slowly taking him over.
His thumbs rubs circles into the dip of Childe's waistline as he hums thoughtfully to himself. ]
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His thumbs rubs circles into the dip of Childe's waistline as he hums thoughtfully to himself. ]